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MESSAGES FROM MOTHER 

THE LITTLE POEMS 

OF ADELINE DRINKWATER 

MORTON 




PRIVATELY 

PUBLISHED FOR HER FAMILY BY 

PAUL ELDER AND COMPANY 

SAN FRANCISCO 



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This little book is a gift of love 
to the memory of the best of par- 
ENTS. It is CHARACTERISTIC OF MOTHER 
THAT SHE SHOULD HAVE FURNISHED THE 
MATERIAL FOR ITS COMPOSITION. ThE 
VERSES V^^ERE ALL V^RITTEN UNDER THE 
PRESSURE OF SORROW, IN THE EVENING 
OF HER LIFE, THE FIRST AT THE AGE OF 
SIXTY-FIVE, THE LAST, AT EIGHTY-FIVE. 
But THE UNDERLYING NOTE OF FAITH 
AND HOPE IS SO STRONG THAT HER CHIL- 
DREN PLACE THEM IN THE HANDS OF 
FRIENDS V^ITH THE DESIRE THAT THEY 
MAY BEAR TO THEM, AS IF FROM HER 
NEW LIFE, THE SAME MESSAGE OF COM- 
FORT THAT THEY HAVE BROUGHT TO US. 

Sacramento, California 

November Fourteen, Nineteen 

Hundred and Thirteen 



MESSAGES FROM MOTHER 




When to me the veil is lifted. 
And my captive soul is free 
From the fetters that have bound it 
To this form of earthly clay ; 

Will my vision be unclouded, 
Will, unfolded to my view. 
There be forms of dear departed 
Loves of this earth to renew? 

Will my dear, my blessed children 
Come to meet my spirit here. 
Hence to guide me with a welcome 
Full of joy and love sincere? 

To the blessed world of spirits. 
Where no pain or strife is found. 
Where all harbors and all havens 
Freighted with good will abound; 

To that boundless world of spirits. 
To that promised, happy land 
Where the soul its own inherits. 
Where no barriers can stand. 




Where no wealth of golden treasure 
Can deny the spirit's right 
There to drink in without measure 
Blessings of eternal light; 

Light to guide and light to counsel 
Any erring souls, astray, 
Who in darkness may have lingered. 
Searching for the light of day. 

In every spirit, undeveloped. 
There are germs of Truth and Love; 
If we work for their unfoldment. 
We reap blessings from above. 

Thus our spirit, while progressing 
In this work so beauteous bright. 
With its freight of richest blessing - 
Shining as a beacon light; 

Finds its mission and fulfillment 
In these fields of living light, 
And pure joy in the attainment 
Of the Truth, divinely bright. 



April Twenty-One, 
Eighteen Hundred and 
Ninety-Two 




Can doubt arise within my soul 
What is my destiny. 
When to my vision oft at night 
There comes a lovely, radiant light 
And breathes a prayer to me? 

These bodies bright, so full of light. 
Can from no evil come; 
I bid them welcome to my side — 
They come, and often there abide 
Till tears my eyes bedim. 

I know they are my children dear, 
I'm sure it must be so; 
I hear their breathings in my ear. 
And sometimes think I faintly hear 
Sounds that are sweet and low. 

Oh, Father, God, Oh hear my prayer; 
In loving trust I come; 
Give me the faith and strength to bear 
Affliction's weight and Sorrow's care 
Till I my task have done. 




Why should I murmur or repine 
When blessings have my pathway strew*d; 
Will this rebellious heart of mine 
With meekness never be subdued? 

Our Father, God, to Thee I pray 
For resignation to Thy w^ill; 
Let Love and Truth my conflict stay 
■ And bid my troubled soul be still. 

And tears, a solace to my grief. 
Which down my cheeks unbidden roll, 
Though oft they bring my heart relief, 
They hold dominion o'er my soul. 

Then nerve my heart in virtue's strength. 
That I, to every impulse weak. 
Resist obedience, till at length 
Triumphant soul its empire seek. 

Eighteen Hundred and 
Ninety- Five 




O, WHY, with this inspired light 
Op'ning our paths which lead to 

every good. 
Filling our hearts with hope and 

promise bright, 
Can we not stand where our dear 

Savior stood? 

He came to show us how to live. 
That living right, we might know 

how to die; 
Of his instructions he did freely give 
That we unheeding might not pass 

them by. 

Could his example we but imitate. 
And live the blessed truths which he 

did teach. 
Soon we should rise to his own high 

estate, 
Soon find his virtues all within our 

reach. 



November, 

Eighteen Hundred and 

Ninety-Five 




Waiting 

Waiting for the final summons 
That will bear my soul away 
To that home of life eternal 
Brighter than the brightest day. 

Earthly ties will then be severed, 
And the silver cord be loosed, 
And the golden bowl be broken 
When my spirit is released. 

In that home of life eternal 
There's a house not built with hands; 
In it there are many mansions 
In his wisdom God has planned. 

In that blessed home immortal 
Eye hath not seen, ear hath not heard 
Of the things for those who love him 
God has prepared. 

Then we shall be so delighted 
When we reach our heavenly home; 
There with dear ones reunited, 
Greater happiness'could not come. 




Let us all then be contented 
With whatever our lot may be. 
Ever faithful to the precepts 
Jesus taught and gave us free. 



This poem was written at the 
age of eighty-five years. 
Nineteen Hundred 
and Twelve 



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